Life bubbles from eternity
Like crystals drop down infinity
From a dream of abstract creation
We exist as the dream itself.
Within this dream, we live on dreaming
A life saturated wth dream of senses
For the world of external manifestation
Is just another dream to fulfill the senses with grip.
A dream, life is as a river
A flow, life is a dream
Everything bubbles away eternally
For what good we gain if no dreams to gain.
The god of creation is just another dream
He dreams of his mind's projection,
To love himself more and more
In oneness he diversifies himself in dreams
seen as plants, animals, man, earth and oceans
before he finally merges unto himself
again, and again the cycle of dream continues.
Dream on, for dreams are sweet
What good we gain if no dreams to gain
Dream on, the lord is dreaming too.
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